I sit along the old stone bridgeAnd dangle my feet over the water.The cicadas are humming in the trees, The frogs are singing in the stream.As I breathe in, I can taste the echo of woodsmoke. The stars are bright… Continue reading

Gently, my child, my child so dear,Let water soothe your brow.Let grey-clad skies cover harsh hot sunAnd curl up close beside. I’ll sing you a song of the rolling kind;I’ll tell you a tale of the years.A washing away of… Continue reading